Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.